Re: Elf Prince—A Degenerate's Second Chance-Chapter 100. Trial Of Fire Heart Ritual (2)

100. Trial Of Fire Heart Ritual (2)

Eryndor knelt there utterly defeated, all of his ego fractured. Merylin looked down at him and but her lower lip nervously, "Gramps you did not have to go that far, he saved my life." She thought to herself. Se ballded her hands into fists and held back the urge to challenge the village head. "He’s a good person, he’s a good person."

Ash for the first time was surprised for a minute, "The prince huh? I think I’ve heard about him, maybe. But what’s he doing here? Did his parents banish him or something." Ash was oblivious to the fact that Thalvarin was royalty since he believed him to be a rogue adventurer and he knew very little of the degenerate prince since he never cared about matters of the upper class before.

Elise gasped in shock as she looked at looked at Eryndor’s pale face, white with fear and devious of life. It was like his soul had been stropped from him. She almost guessed it when she tried to heal his body, his mana veins were too refined and he had a very strange core structure but to actually be elf royalty

The guards draghed the broken Eryndor forward and raised his head roughly to face the swirling mass of light. The light flooded his brain and he fell into a trance, due to his broken he was unable to stay sane throughout the ordeal. He felt a cool sensation and at the end of it there was a face that appeared in the light they he never hoped to see again.

It was Celyndor, but why would he be seeing Celyndor if all people. He could see Celyndor wearing a strange black robe with a red sun image but the image fizzled out before he could think of it further.

He was dragged away later and he could hear the word. "He passed."

Next it was Elise’s turn and she was brought before the swirling mass of light and soon after she was announced to have passed. The third and final was the one everyone had been waiting for and it was Ash.

As Ash was being dragged forward he stood before the mirror and gazed into it, a second later he convulsed and started and gripped his chest. His mouth soon felt the cold metallic state of blood, and he dropped on his side. When he has gazed into the mirror he saw the image of Rin his fellow disciple crying.

The crowd slowly erupted into more chaos as splashed of red painted the air and Ash from his point of view found it hard to know where this came from. From his blurry vision he could see blood and it was not from him, something was happening in the hut and it had nothing to do with him.

Just as Ash was being brought up to the mirror of the word tree Merylin noticed a figure moving towards the center of the hut and it was her father the son of the village chief. Everyone’s eyes were drawn to him as he approached her grandfather the village chief just as he was about to talk Ash convulsed and in that instant everyone’s attention was diverted to him. Merylin’s father whistled as instantly a number of beasts warriors raised their weapons as started to kill the other warriors and their respectable defenders.

In a moment the entire place erupted in utter chaos, Merylin could not come to grasp with what was happening. The village chief turned to face his son and in utter rage said. "Red claw what is the meaning of this?"

Red claw the son of the village chief and Merylin’s father smiled darkly and chuckled. He pulled out two daggers from his side and struck them together creating a bright flash tha lasted a few seconds. "Father dearest you offend me."

The village chief stood proudly and tightened his grip on his staff and said. "Whatever way I have offended you Red claw I don’t think it warrants such behaviour."

Red claw started to creep closer to his father in the rising chaos, the air was filled with the clanging of steel and the cutting of flesh, and the moans and screams of battle and the puddles of red. "Father you and you old friends have been ruling this village for far too long. Your ideals have long since worn out on us and it’s a shame. What’s more infuriating is this, you are over an hundred and you’re still alive? When will I ever rule father?"

The village chief boomed with rage. "So that’s what this is about, you want to rule, your ungrateful son. You are worse than a snake."

Red claw paused and waved a finger in the air. "Tsk, tsk. You are wrong father I am the snake here. If you all continue to live then there will be no change in our people, that is why I struck a deal with the invaders so they could kill you all but that failed horribly because of these intruders. But things still worked in my favour, even better now. I was sure we would all end up here today and I planned for it. I could easily kill everyone here and blame it on them, almost every one of the warriors aside from the elder’s guardian obey me."

As if standing before a wide audience he gave himself a pat on the shoulder and smiled with deep joy before continuing. "Do you know the funniest thing, in this room is the very artifact those people wanted but that does not matter now does it. What is really important is that this place is located near the heart of the world tree. Within this room magic is rendered useless. Now think about it father without your magic you are all old fools, even the advisors and others here are not worth a thing without the warriors, my warriors."

The old beast kin did not seem impressed or enraged anymore all that filled his eyes was disgusting and pain. "Your daughter’s and children, will you kill them too."

Red Claw hesitated as if in deep thought but the village chief knew he had thought this through already. After a moment he smiled and said with mad glee in his eyes. "But of course, those who will not side with me will die today. Don’t you get it father, I made the perfect kill box and there is no way anyone of you is coming out of this alive. I will make myself the hero here and the people will worship me, then we will build our forces once more and expand beyond this little secluded spot."

During this time Eryndor was still on his knees frozen on the spot his mind traumatised and broken, oblivious to the person approaching him from behind.